I woke up sweating as I realized that that had been nothing more than a dream. I wiped off my forehead and got up to get a glass of water. As I got off of my creaky mattress that was laying on the floor I wondered why I had a sword in this recurring nightmare. And who was this girl with the red armlet? I had never been in any Aztec ruins or anything I was a manager at WALMART for crying out loud! I was 22, I lived in my first bachelor's apartment, I mean I had milk cartons for an entertainment center a table, chairs, bookshelf, coffee table, and a nightstand! So I certainly didn't have the money to buy a sword or take a trip to Africa or South America or anywhere like that, so why did I feel like this was actually happening whenever I closed my eyes? And if I did take a trip to wherever this was why would there be a sacrificial ceremony and an air wall?
Either way, I decided, it couldn't happen, as I flopped down on my mattress having got my water. 'I guess I'll figure it out tomorrow' I concluded as I laid down my head.